An (pronounce it "On") Owomoyela is a neutrois author with a background in web development, linguistics, and weaving chain maille out of stainless steel fencing wire, whose fiction has appeared in a number of venues including Clarkesworld, Asimov's, Lightspeed, and a handful of Year's Bests. An's interests range from pulsars and Cepheid variables to gender studies and nonstandard pronouns, with a plethora of stops in-between. Se can be found online at an.owomoyela.net, and can be funded at patreon.com/an_owomoyela.

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An Owomoyela has the following works available at Clarkesworld:

Between Dragons and Their Wrath

FICTION by An Owomoyela and Rachel Swirsky in Issue 113 – February 2016

My name is Domei. I think I am fourteen. I will probably die today. If not, I will probably die tomorrow. When it happens, I don’t think I’ll be surprised. Frightened, maybe, but not surprised. In the forest, scales are most common. If they cut you, the cut will never stop bleeding. If you step […]

And Wash Out by Tides of War

FICTION by An Owomoyela in Issue 89 – February 2014

I am sitting at the top of the spire of the Observance of the War, one of three memorials equidistant from the Colony Center. The soles of my runners’ grips are pressed against the spire’s composite, their traction engineered at a microscopic level. But I’m not going to push off. I’m 180 meters up, and […]

If the Mountain Comes

FICTION by An Owomoyela in Issue 69 – June 2012

François and Papa were outside, discussing what to do if the water rose. I was in, scrubbing blood from the walls with a palmful of sand. That was the summer Enah came to our village. He’d led a donkey, and the donkey pulled a cart with tools, a flowering lilac, and a barrel of fresh […]

Frozen Voice

FICTION by An Owomoyela in Issue 58 – July 2011

They’ve made us speak Hlerig. They’ve made us wrestle sounds slippery as fish or burly as bears through our throats. They’ve made us stumble through conversations, even human-to-human, that we can hardly say. We can’t pronounce our names. They named me Ulrhegmk, which in Hlerig means little mountain thing. My mother named me Rhianna. The […]
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